Let me back up.
My brother-in-law is, as we speak, in New Zealand watching rugby. WE were supposed to be in New Zealand-- watching rugby.
But we aren't and he is. Repeat: we are NOT and he is.
Adding insult injury, he is staying in the same hotel as the New Zealand All Blacks. Doesn't mean anything to you? Let me help you out:
Okay, okay, a bunch of rugby players. Big deal. Right? But...you know what they say don't you? Soccer is a gentleman's game played by hooligans, and rugby is a hooligan's game played gentleman. And WHAT, may I ask you, it hotter than a bunch of BAD-ASS gentlemen?
Nothing. Nothing. NOTHING.
Further proof of their bad-assed-ness is seen here, as they perform the traditional haka. I encourage you to watch.
Pretty bone chilling from an opponent's POV, wouldn't you say? (take the time to notice the looks on the other team's faces....they look scared shitless, and it's only the beginning.)
Okay, so my request was small to my brother-in-law. Since he's staying in the hotel with the All Blacks, I asked him to bring me one.
The obvious choice is Dan Carter.
He has a groin injury and I am sure with a little R&R in my care he'd be as right as rain for the 2012 games.
For God's sake people, I said just one.
You'd think I was asking for a freaking souvenir t-shirt or something.
Haka Chowder
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